In Your Office You were my comfort, the warm arms I trusted, and willingly, I followed you into your trap. You held me close and breathed down my neck. Your hands travelled places forbidden to go. I ignored the red flags that went off in my mind. I craved your attention so, I sat there still. It was not until later as I walked on home that I felt the truth of what you had done. A Rose Without Thorns Beauty is no defence against wandering hands. The Rose knows she is beautiful and so, she blooms for all to see. But beauty unfortunately cannot protect against hands that would seek to enter the garden and take her for their own, petal by petal. Perhaps that is why the Rose grows thorns. To protect herself from any who would dare to pull her away from the garden and hide her from the sun. It is the only way she can Bloom.
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Jordan Lide is a senior at the University of Wollongong studying Management and Theatre. She freelances as a writer and has had works published with the Tertangala, Hyde Magazine, and the blog Less Talk, More Writing. Additionally, Jordan runs a travel blog Little Fish, Bigger Pond, capturing her international adventures. When not writing Jordan enjoys going for walks on the